you daont see the tears i cry,
and i dont understand your lies,
anymore than you love me!
and on those hungry days
i think of your evil ways,
much, much more than you love me!
all of the rejection,
unconcious projection
and hurt put on to me!
oh father, oh father
you loved me never,
never there for me!
i'll no longer be an accesory ,
i'll take myself out of my misery,
one day this poem you'll see.
